Arctourist
The monk’s work was suffering for his desire to go fishing. “Let me take that off your mind,” offered Arctourist. “I can pretty much capture anything—especially the ‘travel worm’, as you call it.” The harness on his wrist became a clamp that excised all the monk’s distractions. “They require a fishing license up there? Don’t worry; I’ll sort it out when I get there.”
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